The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays,: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury-Lane, Covent-Garden, and Haymarket ...A collection of plays, each of which has an Innopac Index record, by English authors. Most plays have a special t.p. and engraved general t.p. representing a scene from the play and a frontispiece showing an actor in a leading role. Most plays have information about the author, criticism of the play and a list of the actors. |
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... what's the news with you ? You told us of some suit : what is't , Laertes ? Laer . My dread lord , Your leave and favour to return to France ; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark , To show my duty in your coronation ...
... what's the news with you ? You told us of some suit : what is't , Laertes ? Laer . My dread lord , Your leave and favour to return to France ; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark , To show my duty in your coronation ...
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Laer . My necessaries are embark'd ; farewell : And , sister , as the winds give benefit , ' Pray , let me hear from you . Oph . Do you doubt that ? Laer . For Hamlet , and the trilling of his favour , Hold it a fashion , and a toy in ...
Laer . My necessaries are embark'd ; farewell : And , sister , as the winds give benefit , ' Pray , let me hear from you . Oph . Do you doubt that ? Laer . For Hamlet , and the trilling of his favour , Hold it a fashion , and a toy in ...
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Laer . O , fear me not . I stay too long ; -But here my father comes . Enter POLONIUS . Pol . Yét here , Laertes ! aboard , aboard , for shame ; The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail , And you are staid for . Laer .
Laer . O , fear me not . I stay too long ; -But here my father comes . Enter POLONIUS . Pol . Yét here , Laertes ! aboard , aboard , for shame ; The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail , And you are staid for . Laer .
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Laer . That drop of blood , that's calm , proclaims me bastard ; Cries , cuckold , to my father ; brands the harlot Even here , between the chaste unsmirched brow Of my true mother . King . What is the cause , Laertes , That thy ...
Laer . That drop of blood , that's calm , proclaims me bastard ; Cries , cuckold , to my father ; brands the harlot Even here , between the chaste unsmirched brow Of my true mother . King . What is the cause , Laertes , That thy ...
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Laer . How came he dead ? I'll not be juggled with : To hell , allegiance ! To this point I stand , That both the worlds I give to negligence , Let come what comes ; only I'll be reveng'd , Most throughly for my father . King .
Laer . How came he dead ? I'll not be juggled with : To hell , allegiance ! To this point I stand , That both the worlds I give to negligence , Let come what comes ; only I'll be reveng'd , Most throughly for my father . King .
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answer arms bear blood bring brother Buck Catesby cause comes cousin dead dear death dost doth Duke England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair fall father Faul fear France friends give Glost gone grace Graved grief Hamlet hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hold hope Horatio hour Hubert husband I'll John Juliet keep King Lady Laer leave live look lord madam majesty marry master means meet mother never night Nurse once peace play poor pray Prince Queen Romeo SCENE sleep sorrow soul speak stand Stanley stay sweet tears tell thank thee thine thing thou thou art thought tongue true Trumpets wife York young
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Página 32 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Página 42 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword: The expectancy and rose of the fair state. The glass of fashion, and the mould* of form, The observed of all observers...
Página 80 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Página 20 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Página 21 - Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
Página 23 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Página 79 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Página 26 - Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Página 37 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Página 55 - Come, come, and sit you down ; you shall not budge ; You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays,: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury-Lane, Covent-Garden, and Haymarket ... Volumes 1-25 de British theatre Volume 1 de The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays,: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury-Lane, Covent-Garden, and Haymarket, Mrs. Inchbald |
| Autor | Mrs. Inchbald |
| Editor | Mrs. Inchbald |
| Editora | Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1808 |
| Original de | a Biblioteca Pública de Nova Iorque |
| Digitalizado | 29 Dez 2006 |
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